I wonder what we would have become if we had tried hard enough. I remember reading this sentence some other day. Which has now started haunting me badly.
There would be a day, looking back, we would wish that we had trusted each other a bit more. Just a bit more.
It takes two to tango. Although we both do not know how to dance. Why don’t you give me your hand?
There was things that you hadn’t realise at the beginning. It was too small. It was too vague. Like her breath when she held you from behind. Little did you notice that.
But it was there, the breath. Subtle, light and feeble. The breath of a girl on your shoulder.
That was the littlest thing and everything she could give you.
I thought Princess should be taken good care of. So I started polishing her finger nails.
The colour was chocolate brown. Looks edible, she said.
I started on her little finger. It’s so small I had to flex my whole body not to mess up with the polish. Other fingers were no easier. Her nails were pretty thick, so the layers had to be just thin enough. It was really difficult.
I’d never done this before. So it turned out to be an entire mess on her hands.
We sat there for a while waiting for the nail polish to dry. Eventually, I kissed her hands, one by one.